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Songs without Swans

We blindly broke through each other's windows at the same time, but it was the same pain that we found each others grip in. Then we jumped the blood brain barricades together. Made a mixture of our own. Black hole box binoculars. Recording other worlds of those stranded and panicked on mottled flood banks. Murky and deeper as than all 7 without any dreams. Running off the edges of their courses. Wizards of osmosis with active transport passports. Cutting through a graveyard where we'll never have to lay but where our hero's stay still echo and play.

All the poets seem dead, but we can still make wet beds for slamming out of cellular breakdowns. Prose in the form of erogenous orogeny. Not a tomb, rather a groovy plume dancing all over and above everything. Never finished. Always erupting. Making locks and keys for lips and tongues to twist. This is how we exist. Now lets squeeze each others wrists. Get off and out of this designated dusty vacuum.

Nothing is apocalyptic whenever you're psychotic. Nothing is chaotic whenever you're understand oblivion together. We can't be lost or taken. Wizards of osmosis with active transport passports. Cutting through a graveyard where we'll never have to lay but where our hero's still echo and play.

All the poets seem dead, but we can still make wet beds for slamming out of cellular breakdowns. Prose in the form of erogenous orogeny. Not a tomb, rather a groovy plume dancing all over and above everything. Never finished. Always erupting. Making locks and keys for lips and tongues to twist. This is how we exist. Now lets squeeze each others wrists. Get off and out of this designated disaster vacuum.

I really, really like this a lot. You do a lot of really nice things with sound and slight rhymes. Foe example, "locks and keys for lips and tongues to twist". I dig it. Is this a song by any chance? The repetition you use makes me think it might be. But it is great as a poem too. Nice work, man. I'd like to read more of your stuff. Have you ever tried to get published anywhere? With a little editing, this could be something to submit.
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